Little Compton might be my favorite little corner of Rhode Island. I don't like to mention it much, because I'm afraid the secret will get out - but it's really just so special. Mainly because it's so untouched by tourism, and time really does seem to stand still. Drives through Little Compton include miles and miles of stone walls crashing into the sea (that's a little dramatic, but it's kind of true), farms, beautiful homes covered in weathered shingles, quaint little town centers and that old school New England charm that truly makes my heart sing.
Over Memorial Day Weekend, we had the pleasure of changing things up a bit and heading north for the long weekend thanks to the Atlantic Canada Agreement on Tourism (ACAT). For the longest time, we've been dying to get up to this beautiful corner of the world, and we jumped at the chance to see if for ourselves.
Around March 30th, Andrew and I both channeled our inner Verruca Salt and declared we needed warmth and we needed it now! It sounds dramatic, but if you've ever experienced a spring like the one we are currently having in New England, you would understand the primal need to get to the sun. I just wanted a few days of warmth in a place with a little character before my brain exploded. Ok, now that is a tad dramatic, but it's precisely how I felt. Don't judge.
It never fails. The minute February rolls around I start to crave some serious vitamin D like nobody's business. Yes, even me, the certified snow queen needs an escape to the warm weather in the depths of winter. I just like to remember what it feels like to wear flip flops again, to not have ten layers on at all times and to twirl around in a dress again. It's really the little things.